Here we go again (Sam)

[Emma Roberts]

Everything was exactly how it should have been, or atleast in Emmas opinion it was. Some would likely question her decisions and choices, frown upon the life she led and argued the fact that a woman her age with a child shouldn't have been going it alone..or a woman in her position, with the mental history that she had..be having a child at all. Emma was determined to make it work, to make the changes she sought necessary for Michael and herself. She had done wrong in the past, but all her skeletons would stay locked away because she was done with her old life. Of course that didn't mean she had forgotten all her wrong doings, she had merely accepted them and had moved on in an attempt to start a fresh and thus far..everything was fine.

Her son was almost one now, she had maintained a normal life for them..no drama, no powers...just a quiet life. The life she had once lived, and she was happy with it all. Though, she knew she had people to thank for her new start. Emma kept herself to herself and really didn't have many friends, she had people she worked with but the only friend she had..the only person she could trust was Michael. Emma had previously met Michael before everything went down, before her life went to shit..back when she as another person with a different name. He helped her gain her life back, made her remember the things she had lost and pushed her to be strong. She couldn't have done it without him.

Michael was not her sons father, but Emma refused to allow Sam to be involved with her..she felt it wasn't safe for him to be around her. She had gone on the run keeping her pregnancy to herself, but Sam was never far behind and eventually found her and discovered the truth. She didn't bother to see how things may have played out because the second she had a chance she once again was on the move. At the time she didn't think about him or how he would feel, she just had to get away and keep him safe from her. That wasn't to say she didn't think of him now, she often asked Michael about him and often disliked what she was hearing, he hadn't done so well..but that was expected what with the truckload of shit he was carrying on him.

Emma had just seen Michael to the door, whom of which was checking in making sure she was okay. He visited on a regular basis, in secret obviously..as a favour to Emma. She wasn't being hunted anymore but he enabled her to stay off the grid and out of the way, especially Sam's.

Having waved Michael goodbye at the door, she headed back inside with her son to get ready for the day ahead.

[Sam Keaton]

Sam Keaton's life had been a series of tragedies and calamities over the past two years. On top of everything that was happening in the world, Sam's girlfriend, Emma Roberts had died during a horrible fire... The young man had lost his sight in a terrible accident... After that, Sam had learned that Emma had faked her death to get away from Sam. To add insult to injury, the young man learned that not only had Emma faked her death, but she had also been pregnant. Sam was a father and he couldn't even see his child. Soon after that, Emma had slipped through his fingers again and disappeared. He knew she always popped up again. Emma was sloppy. Even when she was at her best, Sam knew that she'd fuck up somehow. The young man just wanted answers... He wanted to see his son. He wanted his life back again. The young man didn't know how they'd come so far from what they'd been. Everything had fallen apart and all the young man wanted was some kind of resemblance of what he'd once known.

Through the thick of it all, Sam had regained his sight somehow. The young man didn't know what had happened, but one day he was as good as new... If you could call it that. It seemed as though although Sam's vision was back... Something wasn't quite right in his head. It seemed as though something had snapped in Sam's mind. All the loss he'd experienced... Something just popped one day. The young man had seemingly suffered a psychotic break. The only thing that seemed to bring focus and clarity to Sam was the idea of finding Emma. The young man wasn't sure what had happened to him or how he'd come to be like this. Some days he just saw red and only received clarity when he focused on Emma Roberts. He needed to find her...

Sam experienced a breakthrough a few months ago when he'd been contacted by an old colleague. Grace Harper had reached out to him. She was trying to find her husband, Michael who had seemingly dropped off the map. Grace seemed to think that if anyone could find Michael it was Sam. Grace pointed him towards California with the belief that wherever Michael was Emma wasn't far behind. Given the state of his mind, that was all Sam needed to hear. He wasn't entirely sure if everything Harper had said was true... But the young man was diligent and knew that he needed to follow a lead if he had one.

After endlessly following every lead possible, the young man found himself at his last straw. Sam found himself in his car, outside an apartment complex. Sam watched and waited for what seemed like an eternity. As he sat there, Sam drummed rhythmically along the steering wheel. Soon enough, Sam's eyes lit up. Michael Zyre had made his way to the complex... The young blonde man knocked quietly and was soon ushered into the apartment. Sam waited a while in silence until deciding to move closer. The young man exited the car and pulled his coat closer to his neck. The young man made his way to the side of the building quietly and discreetly.

As Sam peered into the apartment window, the young man eyed Emma ushering Zyre out of the apartment again, his quick visit seemingly almost over. Sam knew he had to act now, if he was going to at all. The young man approached the sliding glass door in the rear of the home and tapped along the lock softly three times, using his seismic powers to shift the locks positioning. With ease, Sam slid open the sliding door and quietly entered the apartment as Emma stepped outside once more with Zyre. As she was outside, Sam moved quietly through out the apartment, his eyes darting wildly around. The young man stopped in his tracks as spotted a crib. Sam held his breathe as he inched closer, awe over taking him. Nestled in the crib below him, was Sam's child. A baby boy. Right now, Sam didn't feel any of the anger and rage that had been building inside him for so long. Instead, Sam found himself simply stupefied. The young man carefully reached down and picked up his son and held him close in his arms. The small baby boy stirred quietly, but seemed to find some kind of peace in Sam's arms. Subconsciously, Sam found himself rocking back and forth and had begun humming softly to the boy. The young man was so engrossed in the moment, Sam didn't even hear the front door open again...

[Emma Roberts]

As the brunette waved her friend off, she shortly returned inside the apartment to see to the baby. Upon entering she begun to pick up a few things and put them in the baby bag that she was carrying toward the babies room, preparing ready to head out. She often got herself ready and the baby bag before finally tending to her son, she found it to be one incredible time saver because god only knew the second she went about doing anything and he'd stir. It took time to get into routine and still daily she was learning every day was something different and a new lesson to be learned, but at the moment she seemed to be on top of her game.

Emma had the baby bag ready and packed, she grabbed her coat as his small coat as she walked toward his room. Emma got to the door and froze, her eyes widened like a deer in the headlights as her gaze fixated on Sam holding their son. She dropped the coat and instinctively held her hands out as if silently begging for her boy. Had he not had him, had she been her old self and acting impulsively she'd have wasted no time setting Sam or anyone else that invaded her space alight, but times had changed and so had she and she had to stop and think about her means of approach.

Pulling her arms back to her sides, she stayed within the door frame..her eyes glued to Sam as he cradled the boy. She never took her eyes from him, unless to glance at the baby then back onto Sam again. "..Sam..put him down.." she whispered. Emma held her hands out slowly and began to step into the room. She felt as if the wind had been kicked out of her, her stomach tied in knots and her breathing felt short. "..Give him to me.." she asked softly, keeping her voice down as not to scare the baby nor startle Sam.

"..Please.. she said approaching slowly.

[Sam Keaton]

He'd finally done it. Sam Keaton had finally found them. Sam had found Emma Roberts and their child. The young woman had been running from Sam for a long time now. Emma had faked her death in an effort to get away from Sam for some reason. The young man didn't know what he'd done... But the next time Sam saw Emma she was pregnant... With his child. The young man was awestruck and in disbelief. Before he knew it, Emma had disappeared and slipped through his fingers once more. Sam's psyche had deteriorated drastically. Some days, Sam was stuck on a one track thought: finding Emma and his child. The young man needed them in his life. He needed answers desperately... Sam Keaton had been pointed onto Emma's trail by his old partner, Grace Harper. Sam's old co-worker was looking for her husband. Sam didn't know what was happening there, but the young woman was sure that her husband was helping Emma for some reason. When all hope seemed to be lost, Sam seemed to have found a new lead due to his tips from Harper.

As Sam staked out Emma's apartment complex he saw a chance for him to make his move. The young man watched precariously as Emma was distracted and Sam moved closer to the apartment. The young man seized his opportunity as Emma stepped outside to say goodbye to Michael Zyre. Silently, Sam moved into the apartment and began to search the rooms. Finally, Sam came across something that took his breathe away. Before him was a beautiful baby boy... Sam was a father and he had a son. The young man was simply stunned. Sam held his son in his arms. For the first time in a long time, the young man felt at peace. He couldn't believe it. The small life in his arms was his boy and the young man finally felt at home. Sam Keaton felt himself humming and rocking back and forth as he looked at his child.

While he'd been wrapped up in the moment, Sam hadn't heard the front door open. As he stood there with his son, Emma had come in through the front door. Before he realized it, Emma's voice broke the silence and serenity in the apartment. The young woman pleaded in a hushed, desperate voice for Sam to put the boy down. Sam turned around on his heel and eyed the young woman. The color had drained from Emma's face as she stood in the doorway. The young woman outstretched her arms and was pleading for Sam to give her baby back. Sam's face contorted and as he eyed Emma anger quickly began to overpower the easy peaceful feeling that had come over Sam moments before. "This is my son." Sam spoke softly and without emotion. The young man held the baby with one hand now and pointed at Emma with his free one. "Stay back." For a moment, Sam took his eyes off Emma and looked back down at his child. The anger inside him began to build again and window panes in the bedroom and drawers in the dresser began to rattle slightly. "The fact that you think I'd hurt him..." Sam didn't finish the sentence and he didn't have to. One of the windows began to crack slightly and Sam turned his attention to it. The young man took a deep breathe, the rattling stopped and Sam eyed his child once more. The boy had fallen asleep in his arms and Sam turned on his heel once again and placed him softly back in his crib.

As Sam placed the baby back in his crib, the young man turned around again and eyed Emma fiercely. A fire had been lit in his eyes, but the young man didn't know what to do next. Standing by the crib, Sam looked down and ran his hands through his hair and breathed deeply once again. As he stared down at the floor, clenched his fists and looked at Emma again. "You and I need to have a conversation..." Sam spoke concisely, but the anger in his voice was clear and evident. Sam stepped towards Emma and got close to her. The young man was scruffy and his clothed were ragged. He was definitely a different looking man than he'd once been. Sam raised his hand again and pressed a single finger against Emma's forehead as if to prove to himself that she was actually still there and not a hallucination. "I... buried... you..."

[Emma Roberts]

Fear was no stranger to Emma, but fearing other people..that was relatively new. Emma had always been terrified of herself, of her own capabilities, the danger she was to those around her and how she couldn't quite grasp control. She had known for a long time that she was merely nothing but a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Right now, Emma feared him..she felt herself trembling as Sam stood feet away cradling there child and their wasn't one single thing she could do right now. She couldn't hurt him, not just because he was holding there baby but..because she physically couldn't, she no longer had that in her anymore..she wasn't the person she had become all that time ago, she had changed and in her eyes much for the better.

"Stay back." He ordered, which she instantly did. She stopped in her tracks, the fear and concern evident on her face. Her eyes shifted from Sam and glued to the boy as he lowered him in his crib, she didn't even blink, she simply stared, holding her breath as he put the child down. once he turned to her again, she swallowed the lump in her throat and stared quietly back at him. He looked a mess, a far cry from the man she had once known..he was like a shell of himself, even when he'd been blind he hadn't looked this rough.

Her eyes dropped to clenched fist and for a moment she was almost certain that he was going to fly at her, she was ready for it..she deserved it, after everything she had put him through. Because, ultimately..he was here because of her, this withdrawn and tired looking mess that stood before her..that was her fault. He didn't, he didn't even shout at her which surprised her in a way, she expected fireworks and quite frankly..he gave her nothing. It was a relief on some part, but also quite concerning..because that meant that his anger had grown into something else, something far more dangerous perhaps.

As he stepped closer, she stepped back and hit herself against the door frame. She became rigid, her eyes remaining on him, expectant as if she was actually now waiting for him to hit her. He had never hurt her, not once..but if he did manage to muster up the balls to lay a hand on her..she wouldn't have fought back. "I... buried... you..." He said, his finger pressed against her head. She closed her eyes tight and gently ushered his hand away before bowing her head. "..I had to do this.." she said quietly, not looking at the man as she tried to compose herself but could feel herself shaking. Emma took a deep breath and peered up at him past her wavy locks "..I would have killed you if I'd stayed..you and all of them..I don't expect you to ever understand why because you couldn't possibly ever, but...if you want to talk to me about this..then can we please do it somewhere else?..I don't want to wake him.." she asked gently, gesturing toward the sleeping baby, before lifting her had to look at him properly for the first time. God, he looked awful..and she couldn't help but hate herself for that.

[Sam Keaton]

Sam Keaton was a shell of his former self. For almost a year and a half, the young man had spent most of his time either thinking that his girlfriend had been killed in a fire or she had been on the run from Sam himself. To say the very least, Sam was not in the right state of mind. Lately, the young man had a one track mind and spent a lot of time focused on finding Emma and his son. She'd robbed him of some very important things that had happened and Sam needed answers. The young man needed to have a full conversation with the woman he'd once considered to be his best friend. Sam needed to know why and he needed to have real answers instead of the same old bullshit he'd gotten from Emma every time he seemed to catch up to her.

As Sam finally caught up to Emma and the baby, the young man knew that his chance was now or never. As Zyre exited the apartment, Sam entered and took full advantage of an empty home. The young man was finally able to meet his son. Needless to say, Sam was at a loss for words. The young man could hardly breathe as he held the tiny boy in his arms. Before long though, Emma had reentered the apartment and quickly realized what was happening. Almost immediately Emma confronted Sam, asking him to give her the baby. The young man put the baby down as it fell asleep and approached Emma. As she brushed his finger away and claimed that she had to do this, Sam sneered at her. The young woman was shaking and breathing deeply as she begged Sam to step out of the baby's bedroom. Sam scoffed at her softly, but knew that she was right. They shouldn't do this near the baby. Sam eyed his son from the corner of his eyes once more and turned on his heel to stand by the crib again. As he eyed his baby boy, Sam leaned down and kissed the boy on his forehead before setting towards the living room with Emma. Sam was seething and full of rage, but he wasn't stupid. He still had some sense about him.

Once in the living room, Sam paced back and forth a little while watching Emma. "Harper knew he'd be here, y'know that? I wonder who's fight is going to be better... Ours or theirs... Who's more dysfunctional?" Sam laughed slightly as he eyed Emma. The young man's eyes were glassy with rage as he rubbed his fingers against the scruff on his cheeks. As he eyed her, Sam could tell she was scared. Without hesitation, Sam approached Emma and pulled her close to him. The young man hugged her tightly for a moment and breathed deeply. It'd been a long time since they'd been together and a part of him missed her very much. "Can you believe we did that?" For a moment, Sam paused as he let his hand rub mindlessly against Emma's back. "You and I did that... You and I did that." Sam repeated himself softly as a small tear ran down the side of his cheek. "Not just you. You and I."

Sam paused again as he continued to hold Emma tight, now looking down at her. "I wouldn't understand? Please fucking enlighten me." Without stopping to let her answer, Sam twisted Emma's arm behind her back and started pushing her towards the glass door leading to the back. With one hand, Sam opened the door and pushed Emma outside. Once outdoors, Sam let go of Emma's arm and pushed her forwards and away from him. The young man's hands were clenched in fists of rage as he stared Emma down. "How could you do this?" For a moment, Sam paused as he eyed Emma. "You know what the sick part is? A part of me still loves you." Sam's voice grew louder and the tone of grew angrier. The young man spoke through grit teeth as he stared his former lover down. "Why? Start talking. Now."

[Emma Roberts]

"Harper knew he'd be here, y'know that? I wonder who's fight is going to be better... Ours or theirs... Who's more dysfunctional?" Sam laughed slightly as he eyed Emma. Emma looked sideways, lowering her head some as she folded her arms across her chest. She hadn't wanted to cause trouble, but Emma didn't know anyone else that could help. Michael knew her before she'd become a mess, he'd helped her learn about herself..her former self and that's how she'd managed to be back here, back to normality again. She watched him carefully as he approached, flinching slightly as he wrapped his arms around her. She become rigid against his hold, uncomfortable for the most part for a few moments. She was convinced it was a trick, like he was about to unleash on her. Never had she showed fear around him or toward him, she was a far cry from the crazy bitch she had previously been. She was delicate now, somewhat cowardly in parts..unless of course it came to defending herself against harm that came her way or toward her son. She knew in that instance the crazy would resurface.

"Can you believe we did that?" He spoke quietly, the woman swallowed the lump in her throat as she loosened herself up slightly, feeling him gently rubbing her back..in an almost soothing sort of manner, like he used to "You and I did that... You and I did that." Sam was clearly broken, and she felt dreadful for that..but there wasn't much she could do. Everything had spun out of control and now this is where they'd ended up "Not just you. You and I." He said once more. Emma nodded "..I know.." she uttered quietly in return.

Things changed though, and she half expected it..of course she'd have been more expectant had she not succumb to the gentleness he'd previously provided. "I wouldn't understand? Please fucking enlighten me." He was still pissed and that moment of calmness had gone straight out the window. Without another moment, he'd grabbed her by her arm, pulling it behind her back which caused her to yelp in paid as he shoved her forward. He guided her outside and let go of her, pushing her away from him again. Wincing she rubbed at her arm, before looking up at him. His fists were clenched and his teeth grit as he addressed her again. He claimed he still loved her which caused her to frown, guilt ate away at her because of all the things she had done, even the things he had no idea about..he still cared.

"Why? Start talking. Now." Emma said nothing at first, letting her hand drop from her arm she took a deep breath and puffed out her cheeks before looking over at him "I didn't plan for any of this to happen..certainly not him.." She began quietly "..I didn't know about him until I left, despite everything else I've done or that I've been capable of..If I had known..I wouldn't have left so quickly..but..I had to..you don't know what I turned into.." She explained, she'd been a monster..blood thirsty and vengeful. Emma ran a hand through her hair and furrowed her brows as she paused looking at the ground.

"..You know all those bodies that kept popping up?....those agents, people you'd worked with..government officials..I did that..all of them. Anyone who'd had part to play in destroying my life..not this life though, my life before all of this.." Emma told him, lifting her eyes to meet his again. "..Michael was helping me, because he knows more about me then I do..I'm not even called Emma." She laughed as she shook her head. Taking a deep breath she stepped forward and took a seat on the wall outside the house. "..I used to be a doctor..I was recruited as a health examiner for building 26, you remember the government prison for specials?..I didn't even have abilities myself then..or i didn't know about them..they hadn't manifested yet..I only took the job to make sure that they weren't being mistreated and..I met Michael" Hearing herself say it now, it was as if she could remember..but she couldn't remember anything. She was simply repeating what Michael had told her.

"I helped him escape..and I ran.." Emma paused looking over at Sam for a moment. It was a lot to take in, but he'd asked her to talk and thats what she was doing. Sure, maybe she should have made room for questions but..he needed to know everything "..After the shit storm hit. The government hunted me down like an animal, put a bullet in my skull..and left me for dead. Thats when i met you, and i was all fucked up with no idea of anything..new name, an ability i couldn't control..locked away in some nut house because someone didn't do a proper job of finishing me off when they had the chance.." Chomping on her lower lip, she slowly turned to look over at Sam.

"..You ask me why I left, there is your answer. I was unstable, emotionally, mentally..I was dangerous. It wouldn't have been long before you joined the rest of them..Michael I assure you, is just my friend, if it wasn't for him helping me find out all of the things I know now, you, harper..all of them would be dead.."

[Sam Keaton]

Sam Keaton was a mess to say the very least. The young man was disheveled, sleep deprived and ragged. Sam was consumed by anger and rage. His one goal today was to find Emma Roberts. The woman that he'd loved and still did in some odd way. The mother of his son, and the woman who had once made him whole and then tore him asunder in the very same instance. Sam was driven now. He wasn't sure if his drive was fueled solely by anger, sadness, love or just plain desperation. The one thing Sam did know was that he needed Emma. Sam needed Emma to make things right again. Whether it was to help him and his psyche or whether it was just to kill her for revenge, Sam wasn't sure. The young man's thought process had become jumbled in recent months. Everything that had once seemed clear was now a muddled mess. The one thing that seemed to be ringing true though was Emma and their child.

Keaton had finally tracked them to California. They'd come a long way since he'd first set out after them. When Sam finally saw her, the young man felt a renewed sense of vigor. Sam could feel the blood rushing through his veins and he could feel that he'd finally gotten what he'd deserved. That all changed when Sam finally held his baby boy. The young man couldn't believe the life that he held in his hands. This was his son and Sam could hardly believe his eyes. Sam's disbelief and sense of awe had blinded him to Emma reentering her apartment. As the woman stood there with a sense of terror, Sam eyed her carefully. Eventually, Sam put the baby back in his crib as Emma pleaded for Sam to take their confrontation outside.

For a moment, Sam remained docile and composed. The young man kept his anger in check... However, that moment was fleeting as he eyed Emma. The young man twisted Emma's arm behind her back and forced her outside. With a rough push, Sam forced Emma away from him. Clearly not caring if he'd hurt her, Sam rubbed his cheek and scratched his beard. Finally, after all this time, Emma began to talk and explain... And Sam listened. As Emma claimed that Sam didn't know what she'd turned into the young man laughed. "What you'd turned into? I'm pretty sure I've got a half-decent idea... Wouldn't you say?" For a moment, Sam remained quiet again as he listened to Emma talk.

The wind bustled softly through the air and the trees as the cool autumn air blew by as Emma explained further about what had happened to her. The young man paced back and forth for a bit as he took in everything that Emma told him. Sam kept one of his fists clenched as Emma spun her tale and told him why she'd left. The ground vibrated and rumbled ever so softly as Sam continued to move while listening to his ex-girlfriend. When she'd finished speaking, Sam stopped walking and eyed her. "I could've helped you." For a moment, Sam paused before continuing. "You ever consider that? Did you ever consider that I'd have walked away from it all to protect everything we had or would have?"

Sam's eyes were weary, slightly blood shot, and mixed with a hint of anger. As the young man thought about it more, the anger residing inside him began to rise to the top again. The young man moved towards Emma Roberts and got close to her very quickly. "Emotionally and mentally unstable? Is this like looking in a mirror for you then? 'Cause I don't know what to think half the time anymore." For a moment, Sam paused as he stared into Emma's eyes. The young man placed his right hand on the side of Emma's neck and leaned down and pressed his lips against hers softly. It'd been a long time since they'd shared a kiss and Sam's mind began to be flooded with even more emotions than he'd already been experiencing. As one kiss turned into a second and then a third, what Emma may have mistaken for confused passion in the heat of the moment, quickly abruptly changed into clear and evident anger. With his hand still on the side of her neck, Sam's hand move slightly and his fingers closed around Emma's throat. "If you're so fucking dangerous, then hurt me. Burn me. Kill me." For a moment, Sam paused before continuing. "Make me feel something... Because right now, I'm empty. I'm nothing."

[Emma Roberts]

"What you'd turned into? I'm pretty sure I've got a half-decent idea... Wouldn't you say?" Maybe, but..the way she saw it..he would have never understood and Grace? How was that going to play out? She'd say sorry and all would be forgiven over dinner? "I could've helped you." Sam continued, she could tell that he was losing it, not by his tone but the simple fact his power was rearing its head now..under her feet "You ever consider that? Did you ever consider that I'd have walked away from it all to protect everything we had or would have?"no, in truth she had not..but in her eyes there was nothing to protect but himself, that was why she'd run. If she had stayed, he'd have been killed.

The whole time she was waiting for something, for him to strike..anything and she was ready. She showed no emotion in her face, stone cold as she stared at him. She wasn't afraid of him, she wasn't worried for what he may have done..she was prepared for it and felt deserving of whatever it was. "Emotionally and mentally unstable? Is this like looking in a mirror for you then? 'Cause I don't know what to think half the time anymore." he told her. She could tell by looking at him, everything had become worse then she could have imagined and she felt bad for that, this was of her causing but..what else could she have done. He stared into her eyes and she stared back, unsure as to what was coming next..but what did occur surprised her.

Emma wasn't sure what to make of it, it was so unexpected and there wasn't any real emotion behind it. From what she could tell maybe he was confused, or maybe he was trying to reassure her..she couldn't tell and she was certain he probably wasn't so clear himself. OF course, when his hand closed around her throat..all became clear as crystal. "If you're so fucking dangerous, then hurt me. Burn me. Kill me." He hissed at her. Emma stared at him, that blank face and empty eyes peering back at him. She didn't try to wriggle from his grasp. The brunette simply let her hands fall at her sides, showing him that she wasn't going to do what he asked. "Make me feel something... Because right now, I'm empty. I'm nothing." Furrowing her brows she closed her eyes tight, before looking at him again.

"..Then you go look at him..take a look..and then you'll feel something, you feel what i feel..but i won't do it....i'm not gonna put a hand on you unless you make me.." she told him. The only way she was going to hurt him is if he tried anything funny, if he dared do anything at all involving there son..she would kill him without a doubt.

[Sam Keaton]

A small shred of Sam couldn't believe that he'd come to this and that he'd fallen this far. The young man was a shell of his former self. He wasn't all gone... But, looking at him now... It was hard to believe that this was truly Sam Keaton. The young man had become wrecked after thinking he'd lost the love of his life... Then he'd found her again only to find out she'd disappeared with his baby. Once more, Emma had slipped away and each time it only made Sam worse. He couldn't understand why she'd run from him and that tortured the young man. It tore him up inside and it made Sam hate himself. The young man's psyche was worse for wear and by the time he'd finally tracked Emma down once more, the young man knew that he wouldn't let her slip away this time.

In a mixed flurry of emotion, Sam found himself kissing Emma in one moment... And in the next, he found himself with his hand wrapped around her throat. A part of Sam wanted to hurt her. It'd be easier if Emma weren't really there anymore, wouldn't it be? Without her alive to torment him, Sam would finally be free... The petite brunette closed her eyes tightly for a moment before speaking up softly. As she finished speaking, Emma's words struck a chord with the young man. Sam paused slightly and loosened his grip on Emma's throat. He left his hand there for a moment as he eyed the young woman. What the fuck was he doing? How had they ended up like this? The young man wasn't completely sure. A part of Sam blamed it all on the Company. The things they'd been doing... Somehow, Sam was sure they'd been the cause of this mistrust between Sam and Emma.

Sam Keaton eyed Emma again and removed his hand from her throat. The young man looked at the ground shiftily for a moment before turning his head back to Emma. "You know... Sometimes I think I hate how much I love you..." The young man muttered to himself and ruffled his hair slightly. "I'm going inside. I don't think that you'll have to worry about me." With that, the young man side stepped Emma and walked around her. He went into the apartment that they'd been in before and the young man walked softly into his son's room. Keaton walked over to the crib that the little boy was laying in and stared at his son in wonder for a few moments.

With Emma behind him and standing in the doorway, Sam ignored the brunette for the time being. As he eyed his son, Sam Keaton smirked for the first time in a long time. It was only for a fleeting moment, but it was a small smile nonetheless. The young man sighed softly for a moment before taking a step back and taking a seat in the rocking chair in the room. Sam sat there for a moment before speaking up to Emma once more. "What do we do now?" For a moment, Sam paused slightly as he tapped his finger against the arm of the rocking chair. "Are you going to turn tail and run away again? At this point, your nine lives might be almost all but used up." Once more, Sam paused slightly before speaking up again. "I'm tired... Tired of running... Tired of fighting... Just tired." It was a simple statement, but it was true. Sam, by all accounts was well and truly exhausted, both mentally and physically.